Rowen has to carry me to the bedroom. I’m not kidding you when I say that the orgasm I just had was the most intense in my entire life. It was like pleasure not only took over my pussy, but infused through every fiber, every neuron, every cell of my body. I’m pretty sure that I blacked out. My wolf was so satisfied, I think she actually purred like a goddess-damned cat! But the satisfaction didn’t last long. I have two mates to mark. Jared has a bottle of lube in his hand, crawling towards us on his knees across the bed. Rowen sets me down and I immediately start crawling over to Jared. “Lay down,” I tell both of them. They are both going to be getting fucked tonight. Might as well make sure they are both loosened, lubed, and ready. Because the way that my arousal is still flowing down my thighs, I’m not going to need it. When they are in position, I pour lube on both of their holes. “Closer together,” I tell them. “I want to suck on both of your cocks while I finger y
All of us fall forward, bodies in tangles in the sheets. But the rest doesn’t last long. Because Rowen’s wolf is the one that is always closest to the surface, he tends to incite Summer and my wolves into even more of a frenzy, especially when we are in bed. And now? When we still have one more mate to mark? They are rubbing themselves around in our minds, urging us to complete the bond. They want their final mate marked and mated. And I, for one, am very happy to oblige. I manuver in the bed so that I’m behind Rowen. I pull on his hips until he’s on his knees. “Mmmm, what are you doing back there, Jare?” he asks, his voice full of desire. “Fucking my mate,” I growl out, slamming into his hole, bottoming out in one thrust. “Holy shit!” he nearly screams, pain and pleasure mixed. I know that his wolf loves the savageness with which I’m taking him. And I know that Rowen himself loves it when we dominate him. It doesn’t happen often, because he’s just so damn good at it.
I stand in front of a large group of wolves, fresh matemarks still stinging on my neck. It’s a stark contrast to my twin, who stands beside me with a bittersweet air—his excitement undercut by a sharp edge of sadness. I feel for Alexander and Jacob. They’re my brothers. I love them. And seeing them hurting like this? It guts me.But for now, I can’t fix it.For now, I have to stand here. I have to make it through this ceremony, and then through mating time. After that? I’ll help them. I’ll help them reach out to their mate. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll help them deal with the rejection—no matter how ugly it gets.“Brothers and sisters!” Declan’s voice booms across the room, pulling my attention back to the ceremony. “We are here today to welcome another alpha and beta into the Moon Goddess Pack!”The hall erupts—cheers, foot-stomping, wolf whistles, fists pounding tables.Declan lifts his hands, and the crowd falls quiet again. “When our Goddess created wolves in the image of her son
Alexander and Jared ask to speak with me in the Alpha suite after the ceremony. I wait until the party winds down and let Mémé Clara take Lily up to our rooms. Esteban and I ride the elevator to the fifth floor of the packhouse.“Why do you think they want to talk to you?” Esteban asks, though I know he already suspects the answer.“There’s only one reason they’d call me the night they discover they’re mates,” I reply, dry as dust.“The same reason Jacob didn’t take his role as lune tonight?” His face mirrors the anxiety I’ve been trying not to drown in. This conversation won’t be easy.I nod. “JoJo.”Jacob greets us at the door, already changed out of his formal wear. I hug him.“Hey, cuz. How’re you holding up?”He hugs me back, strong but sad. “Reaping the consequences of my rash decisions,” he says quietly.He hugs Esteban too.“Hey, Jacob. Congrats on finding your mate,” Esteban says, doing the classic male hug with a back pat.Jacob offers a weak smile before Alexander walks in f
“So, what are we thinking?” Roman asks the second his ass hits the chair.“About what, Roman? We’ve got a whole damn list of crises to choose from,” Zak replies, amused.“Geez, man. Can we at least all sit down first? I haven’t even had coffee yet,” Erick grumbles. He and Roman act like brothers, which means constant shit-talking. “No idea how Justine puts up with your impatience. I’d have you bound and gagged every morning until I finished my espresso.”Roman waggles his eyebrows. “Who says she doesn’t?”Justine strolls by and smacks him on the back of the head. “What did I say about sharing bedroom secrets, dumbass?”Erick groans. “TMI, man. So much TMI.”I laugh, despite myself. They remind me of how it used to be with Charlie, Zak, Brandon, and me. Zak, Brandon, and I still have it, but Charlie’s absence is always there. Even though I see her once a month, I still miss her every damn day.The room is slowly filling with alphas, lunas, lunes, and the Elite. We pushed the meeting to
I’ve been hanging out with some of the acolytes from the Crone, Maiden, and Mother covens since we came Arcadia. It’s been great to be around all of these witches again. I’ve missed the sisterhood that comes with it. Many of the witches were weary about interacting with me. But after calls from Nora, Citra, and Bella, they relaxed. With their leaders believing me, they were willing to give me a chance. Though my powers are far and above the acolytes, they are the closest to my age and I’d rather find some friends than a magical peer. Not that’d I would have find one anyway. When I told Kayla that my powers are far above behind and beyond any other witch’s, I was telling the truth. The unfortunate part is that I don’t have a lot of the same experiences as they do. Being stuck in underground tunnels with old hags my whole life and very little interaction with the outside world, I don’t have a lot in common with them. My accent and the fact that I’m still seen as a Riding H
I have no idea where we are or how long we’ve been here. Loviatar, the scary ass bitch, has us tucked away in between words. We can interact with objects in the real world, but are more wraiths than anything. It has the benefit of not being hungry, tired, or thirsty, but it’s a rather lonely existence. The only time since Loviatar has ‘saved’ us that we’ve had interaction from the outside world is when Nyx contacted me through the coin. Her words still haunt me. “I was the one that set up the ambush on the witches in the fae realm. I was the one that killed all the witches that you left behind.” “We’re coming for you.” “I’ll be the one that finally puts you down.”I have no idea where I went wrong with her. I treated her the exact way that my mother treated me and her mother treated her. It inspired unending devotion and a need to please in both me and my mother. I had no idea how much Nyx hated me. She always showed such deference. Like she revered me, as she should.
“I know Pops, but I had one last exam to do and Summer really wants to go out with the girls tonight.” I’m on the phone with my parents. Both Papa and Dad are upset that Jared is home, but I’m not. Honestly, I don’t think that it has anything to do with the fact that our 21st birthday is in two days and we’ll be taking over the pack, me as the alpha and my twin brother as the beta. I should probably back up. I’m Christine Loup, alpha heir of the Artemis area of the Moon Goddess pack. Call me Chris. I am the first born child of Alpha Zak Loup, Luna Charlie Loup, and Beta Brandon Snow. My twin brother, Jared, is the beta heir to the same area. Our mother died when we were babies while saving my best friend, Summer Thorne, from a group of witches called the Riding Hoods. Dad, aka Brandon, and Papa, aka Zak, have been in charge of the Artemis area since the inception of the Moon Goddess pack. It’s been 20 years since then. Dad and Papa have kept Mom’s memory alive and we oc
I have no idea where we are or how long we’ve been here. Loviatar, the scary ass bitch, has us tucked away in between words. We can interact with objects in the real world, but are more wraiths than anything. It has the benefit of not being hungry, tired, or thirsty, but it’s a rather lonely existence. The only time since Loviatar has ‘saved’ us that we’ve had interaction from the outside world is when Nyx contacted me through the coin. Her words still haunt me. “I was the one that set up the ambush on the witches in the fae realm. I was the one that killed all the witches that you left behind.” “We’re coming for you.” “I’ll be the one that finally puts you down.”I have no idea where I went wrong with her. I treated her the exact way that my mother treated me and her mother treated her. It inspired unending devotion and a need to please in both me and my mother. I had no idea how much Nyx hated me. She always showed such deference. Like she revered me, as she should.
I’ve been hanging out with some of the acolytes from the Crone, Maiden, and Mother covens since we came Arcadia. It’s been great to be around all of these witches again. I’ve missed the sisterhood that comes with it. Many of the witches were weary about interacting with me. But after calls from Nora, Citra, and Bella, they relaxed. With their leaders believing me, they were willing to give me a chance. Though my powers are far and above the acolytes, they are the closest to my age and I’d rather find some friends than a magical peer. Not that’d I would have find one anyway. When I told Kayla that my powers are far above behind and beyond any other witch’s, I was telling the truth. The unfortunate part is that I don’t have a lot of the same experiences as they do. Being stuck in underground tunnels with old hags my whole life and very little interaction with the outside world, I don’t have a lot in common with them. My accent and the fact that I’m still seen as a Riding H
“So, what are we thinking?” Roman asks the second his ass hits the chair.“About what, Roman? We’ve got a whole damn list of crises to choose from,” Zak replies, amused.“Geez, man. Can we at least all sit down first? I haven’t even had coffee yet,” Erick grumbles. He and Roman act like brothers, which means constant shit-talking. “No idea how Justine puts up with your impatience. I’d have you bound and gagged every morning until I finished my espresso.”Roman waggles his eyebrows. “Who says she doesn’t?”Justine strolls by and smacks him on the back of the head. “What did I say about sharing bedroom secrets, dumbass?”Erick groans. “TMI, man. So much TMI.”I laugh, despite myself. They remind me of how it used to be with Charlie, Zak, Brandon, and me. Zak, Brandon, and I still have it, but Charlie’s absence is always there. Even though I see her once a month, I still miss her every damn day.The room is slowly filling with alphas, lunas, lunes, and the Elite. We pushed the meeting to
Alexander and Jared ask to speak with me in the Alpha suite after the ceremony. I wait until the party winds down and let Mémé Clara take Lily up to our rooms. Esteban and I ride the elevator to the fifth floor of the packhouse.“Why do you think they want to talk to you?” Esteban asks, though I know he already suspects the answer.“There’s only one reason they’d call me the night they discover they’re mates,” I reply, dry as dust.“The same reason Jacob didn’t take his role as lune tonight?” His face mirrors the anxiety I’ve been trying not to drown in. This conversation won’t be easy.I nod. “JoJo.”Jacob greets us at the door, already changed out of his formal wear. I hug him.“Hey, cuz. How’re you holding up?”He hugs me back, strong but sad. “Reaping the consequences of my rash decisions,” he says quietly.He hugs Esteban too.“Hey, Jacob. Congrats on finding your mate,” Esteban says, doing the classic male hug with a back pat.Jacob offers a weak smile before Alexander walks in f
I stand in front of a large group of wolves, fresh matemarks still stinging on my neck. It’s a stark contrast to my twin, who stands beside me with a bittersweet air—his excitement undercut by a sharp edge of sadness. I feel for Alexander and Jacob. They’re my brothers. I love them. And seeing them hurting like this? It guts me.But for now, I can’t fix it.For now, I have to stand here. I have to make it through this ceremony, and then through mating time. After that? I’ll help them. I’ll help them reach out to their mate. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll help them deal with the rejection—no matter how ugly it gets.“Brothers and sisters!” Declan’s voice booms across the room, pulling my attention back to the ceremony. “We are here today to welcome another alpha and beta into the Moon Goddess Pack!”The hall erupts—cheers, foot-stomping, wolf whistles, fists pounding tables.Declan lifts his hands, and the crowd falls quiet again. “When our Goddess created wolves in the image of her son
All of us fall forward, bodies in tangles in the sheets. But the rest doesn’t last long. Because Rowen’s wolf is the one that is always closest to the surface, he tends to incite Summer and my wolves into even more of a frenzy, especially when we are in bed. And now? When we still have one more mate to mark? They are rubbing themselves around in our minds, urging us to complete the bond. They want their final mate marked and mated. And I, for one, am very happy to oblige. I manuver in the bed so that I’m behind Rowen. I pull on his hips until he’s on his knees. “Mmmm, what are you doing back there, Jare?” he asks, his voice full of desire. “Fucking my mate,” I growl out, slamming into his hole, bottoming out in one thrust. “Holy shit!” he nearly screams, pain and pleasure mixed. I know that his wolf loves the savageness with which I’m taking him. And I know that Rowen himself loves it when we dominate him. It doesn’t happen often, because he’s just so damn good at it.
Rowen has to carry me to the bedroom. I’m not kidding you when I say that the orgasm I just had was the most intense in my entire life. It was like pleasure not only took over my pussy, but infused through every fiber, every neuron, every cell of my body. I’m pretty sure that I blacked out. My wolf was so satisfied, I think she actually purred like a goddess-damned cat! But the satisfaction didn’t last long. I have two mates to mark. Jared has a bottle of lube in his hand, crawling towards us on his knees across the bed. Rowen sets me down and I immediately start crawling over to Jared. “Lay down,” I tell both of them. They are both going to be getting fucked tonight. Might as well make sure they are both loosened, lubed, and ready. Because the way that my arousal is still flowing down my thighs, I’m not going to need it. When they are in position, I pour lube on both of their holes. “Closer together,” I tell them. “I want to suck on both of your cocks while I finger y
We stayed with Dad throughout the night, laughing about old times, talking about the responsibilities that will come with our new positions, and discussing the matebond. I can’t wait to get back and wake up to find my mates. The fact that I already know exactly who they are—that they’re the ones I’ve wanted my entire life—takes away all the anxiety I’d been carrying up to my birthday. Now, I’m just filled with excitement and impatience.“Am I allowed to tell Summer?” I ask Dad as we’re getting ready to leave.“Yes,” he replies, grinning wide. “You can even mark her if you want. She’ll feel the sparks.” His face suddenly shifts to a worried expression. “Selene was supposed to be here to tell you that. She swore me to secrecy a long time ago—hell, before Jared’s birthday. She said she arranged it this way because the three of you are Elite warriors and will be needed in the war to come. She wants you at your strongest. But she isn’t here, and we can’t find any sign of her or Hecate.”Tha
I had a feeling I’d see my boys tonight—the night before they were born. Their 21st birthday. It’s wild to think that the babes I once held in my arms—the pups I watched grow both here and on Earth—are about to become fully fledged wolves.I’m so damn proud of the males they’ve become. Strong. Brave. Kind. Loving. And above all else—happy. I love them so deeply it sometimes feels like my chest could crack open just from the weight of it. I’m the proudest papa wolf in the damn universe.Right now, though? Alexander’s been dealt a shit hand. A really shit hand. And I feel awful for him. Jacob screwed the pooch hard on that one.I still don’t get it. I wanted my mates more than anything. The only reason I ever considered rejecting Arya was to save her pain, not mine. But I always wanted them.I know who all our pups are mated to—Rowen, Alexander, Jacob. And yeah, I know who Zak and Brandon’s pups are matched with, too (including Nyx). And tonight, I plan to ease at least one of my kids’ b